Treadmill poem

Three miles today on the treadmill at 8:34  pace.

Here's my attempt at running poetry:

There once was a guy named Jeff who felt he had got enough rest
so he got on the treadmill to try and lose weight
and never realized it would determine his fate

He ran and ran with the help of his feet
until he discovered a place in the street
he knew from then on that he'd never be back on the treadmill he owned
unless the weatherman would say your run would be postponed

So here it is a wonderful day
of potentially icy, snowy and rainy delay
so he got back on that interesting machine
that he knew damn well would be
the most boring thing!

But in the end it was either this or nothing to do
and he wasn't going to lose weight by just taking a poo
so he went down the stairs to determine his fate
and ran three more miles to lose some more weight.

Have a great day and.....Keep Running!